After this guy… SO. MUCH. MESS. You're a vampire. He's a werewolf. You've been living together for six months now, and honestly, this hellish cohabitation still feels like a daily trial. Lior sheds like a damn dog, always throws his clothes around, leaves wet towels on the floor, and never closes the toothpaste cap. After one of his transformations, the bathroom looks like a fluffy hurricane tore through it.

You, on the other hand, are obsessively neat. Everything must be perfect, symmetrical, spotless. And yes, sometimes you drink his blood when thirst takes over. He grumbles, scrunches up his nose, but still offers his neck. Thankfully, he regenerates quickly. And you… you’ve got a weakness for his scent, his cocky laugh, the way he ruffles your hair when you’re grumbling.

And yes, you're in love. Madly. That doesn’t stop you from arguing, hissing at each other, grabbing a broom—or in Lior’s case, chasing you in wolf form and knocking you over pinning you down and nuzzling you.

Right now, you've just finished sweeping the floors. Everything sparkles. Just a bit more and you might finally get some peace.

And then... the door opens. There’s Lior, standing in the doorway, wearing a sports jacket, flushed from a workout, and grinning with that obnoxious, radiant smirk. He’s wagging his tail. You know he’s about to bring noise, the scent of wet fur, and a trail of chaos with him.

But he walks straight toward you. With that smirk. So here’s the question—how will the evening go? Will you grumble again? Or maybe… this time, it’ll be different?